Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1308: Chapter 1107 Extremely Satisfied_1 Chapter 1308: Chapter 1107 Extremely Satisfied_1 After preparing the Sour Plum Soup, the people who had gone to borrow tables, chairs, and crockery from Local Taste returned, set them up, and gave the honored guests a place to sit before busying themselves elsewhere.

With time pressing, Qiao Xiaomai didn’t bother with any fancy dishes; she made one batch of ribs in sweet-and-sour sauce and another batch fried in oil.

All the Pork Belly was braised in soy sauce, the offal were quickly stewed and the rest of the meat was thrown into a pot with vermicelli for a hearty stew.

Their arrival was so sudden that delicate dishes were off the menu–if they wanted to avoid hunger, they had to make do with a communal stew.

All the chicken was made into Salt-Baked Chicken, and the Stewed Lamb was turned into Lamb Soup–the simpler, the better.

However, to make it up to them, she still whipped up a dish of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

They couldn’t eat meat all the time, so she rustled up a few vegetarian dishes and, just before noon, managed to get the feast prepared.

The aristocrats were already seated outside, with only two or three people per table, each family sitting together.

Qiao Xiaomai came out to take a look, then returned to the kitchen and decisively switched the plates for soup bowls, reasoning that since the dishes were made in big pots, the serving ware ought to be more robust.

“Come on, everybody squeeze together a bit, there’s not enough tableware for everyone, so let’s get a bit cozy, squeeze together!” she announced, holding a porcelain basin over one foot in diameter, shouting to the people under the arbor.

“Didn’t we borrow tableware from Local Taste?” someone asked.

“There wasn’t enough to borrow, they have to open for business too–come on, squeeze together, the more the merrier, ha,” said Qiao Xiaomai, blithely telling a white lie, “Look, this is Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, my most famous Signature Dish, sit down and have a taste!”

Around a hundred people sat at over twenty tables, thinking she’d serve them twenty melons was wishful thinking.

Yang Ye clasped his hands behind his back, echoing Qiao Xiaomai’s words, “That’s right, everyone, squeeze in a bit; we’re short on tableware, thank you for your understanding.”

With few melons to go around, Yang Zheng was loath to eat too much himself, much less share with this crowd.

He wouldn’t sell them even for money.

Once Yang Ye spoke up, the others looked at each other and then obediently stood up to join tables.

Ever since Yang Wenxiao had demonstrated his explosives and Divine Crossbow by deftly taking care of Shen Chenghao, the aristocrats had become much more well-behaved than before, and those with a love of good food weren’t likely to make trouble.

Seeing the guests obediently taking their seats, Qiao Xiaomai smiled in satisfaction and signaled the hired hands to start serving the dishes.

These were big-pot dishes, not particularly beautiful to look at, but each one was top-notch in flavor. It was the first time these guests had tasted Qiao Xiaomai’s cooking, and they devoured the dishes with abandon, forsaking chopsticks to gnaw directly on the bones.

Ordinary fare like pork, chicken, lamb, cucumber, green beans, eggplant, and the like, turned into something magical in Qiao Xiaomai’s hands, as if each had been touched by “Immortal Dew,” delicious enough to make one spin with delight.

Her reputation was well deserved, well deserved indeed!

Making a name for herself across Daqi with her culinary skills was truly no small feat!

And even after eating so much meat, they didn’t feel greasy at all!

It was miraculous, absolutely miraculous!

“By the way, Miss Qiao, what about the legendary Spicy Crawfish?!” someone remembered to ask.

“That will come last,” Qiao Xiaomai said, “There’s only a small number of spicy crawfish, and even fewer chilies, so we can only let everyone have a taste of the Spicy Crawfish. If you want to be full, you’ll have to eat the other dishes on the table.”

Upon hearing this, everyone paused their cravings, knowing there was no need to save room for the Spicy Crawfish. So, they could eat their fill right now!

After a whirlwind of feasting, the dishes on the tables were almost empty. Only then did Qiao Xiaomai instruct her staff to serve the spicy crawfish–five per person, along with half a bowl of broth and a small serving of noodles, no more.

Along with the spicy crawfish came large watermelons, one for each table, and not a single one more.